#qaphsiel

[nekora-rayven709]

Some doodles of Uriel and Qaphsiel. Uriel prefers her bird-like form, but tends to take whatever form Qaph does to be a good bodyguard. Her true form is a giant hand snake.

Also, Qaph's boot turned out the bed I have ever made.

[nekora-rayven709]

Qaphsiel refs for art fight

[nekora-rayven709]

If I ever get around to showing you my Hiraeth ocs, this is a summary of them.

[reggieregrets]

3 old doodles of Young Desiderius and one of Young Qaphsiel

[lesliedonovan]

Late Night Parenting || Headcanon/drabble (Qaphsiel's POV)

Qaphsiel let his finger trail slowly down the smooth, but worn, page of the book he was reading. It was one of his favorites, a tale of horror but also love and a longing to belong, and he must have read it a dozen times already. It never failed to amaze him with the way it so perfectly captured the whole spectra of human emotions and how he, just by reading the words on the paper, could get to experience every single one of them too. He liked love the best, liked how the same emotion could leave him feeling both the utmost happiness and the deepest despair. It truly was a remarkable emotion, and in the calm and dimly lit comfort of his home, Qaphsiel was safe to explore and experience it all without the risk of getting hurt.

He turned the page of the book just as the back door flew open with a loud bang, followed by the sound of glass shattering as a framed picture on the bookshelf fell from its perch.

A hooded figure came stumbling through the door and the angel immediately recognized him as his ward, Leslie. The young boy was soaking wet and, despite half a room's distance between them, Qaphsiel could still smell the stench of garbage on him as he took another couple of steps into their home.

"Welcome home, Leslie," the angel greeted him, "Did you have a good night?"

Leslie looked up at him then. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth slack and hanging open just a little. Slowly he raised one hand, folded all fingers but one into a fist and held up the middle finger for inspection. A second later he swayed forward, lost his balance and - with the thud of flesh and wet fabric against wood - fell onto the floor. 

Being no stranger to these proceedings, Qaphsiel closed his book and put it down on the table. He got up from the chair and walked over to the young man on the floor. There were a few slurred insults as the angel picked the boy up - with surprising strenght despite his appearance - and held him cradled against his chest as he steered them towards the boy's bedroom.

Qaphsiel wished Leslie wouldn't do this. It gave the angel a strange sensation of sorrow and betrayal everytime his boy came home like this, drunk or high or beaten up, in various combinations. He'd tried talking to Leslie about it sometimes but it very rarely resulted in anything but Leslie locking himself in his room or taking off again and that wasn't what Qaphsiel wanted. He wanted the boy to stick around more. It got so lonely sometimes and even the surly expression of the angry young man offered a sense of calm and comfort to the angel.

He helped Leslie out of his coat and his wet jeans. The boy slurred at him not to touch his genitals - in much cruder words, that Qaphsiel had no desire to repeat even in his own mind - unless he wished for a slow and painful death, before promptly passing out as soon as Qaphsiel lowered him onto the bed. 

The angel sat with Leslie for a while, watched the slow rise and fall of his chest as he was breathing, the way his frown smoothed out into something almost serene. He looked so much younger, just a boy, and he got that pinch of despair in his heart.

"Goodnight, Leslie," he whispered and stroked a hand over the top of the boy's head, "Sleep well."

[oktopus-trash]

so i created this angel character...and when imagine and describe him i get exactly what i want across, and i see him in my head so perfectly..but then i try to draw him...and it's just...

eugh nothing like i want it to look like

[baalberitharchive]

what of the angel qaphsiel? or is it actually just another alias for cassiel?

The problem with trying to connect angel names is there are varying accounts of what angel does what, or what angel has what name.  Sometimes mistranslation, or lack of information made people make up their own, in any time you look for the information.  This means we're digging in a huge sandbox of creative thought and what each person can imagine.

To be honest, I can't find much on qaphsiel, other than naming websites, people who have adopted it for their character, or using it as an alter ego.  I cannot find him in the books that I own for angel names, (though I do not have many books at all, losing a job got in the way of book buying).

The other places has him listed as Cassiel, quite a bit.  I would say this is most likely the situation.  There are naming things like this all over the place, whether it was intentional or not.  Many places may have addressed something they needed an angel for and given that angel it's own name, making all the angels effectively the same being, just many many alias'.

Considering I find Cassiel as the angel of the moon, and the only details I can find of Qaphsiel is that he is the angel of the moon, I would assume this is likely a situation where an a couple areas angels got combined into one, or simply a subset decided to take just the moon part away and give it it's own name - which again would be a part of Cassiel.

So I would say yes, it seems to be another alias for Cassiel.

[thenamegarden]

Qaphsiel

Gender: Male

Pronunciation: kahf-see-EL; KAHF-see-el

Origin: Hebrew

Meaning: My cover is God

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